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Tormaigh's was beating his wings slowly as he flew just outside of one of the small, remaining portions Twilight Imperium. His one goal right now, as a scout for the Twilight Imperium's guardians, was to be sure no monsters approached the band of dragons and lessers, and to warn the others if one did.

He was thankful for one thing right now: Things were quite. And that meant none of those heartless beasts were around. Though there was something else on his mind. It had been weeks since any new dragons or lessers had shown up, and it worried him. We're there really so few left?

The little one shrugged, who knows what could be out there? She nodded, the small hatchling squeezing inside the bird's leathery harness, opening her wings to secure herself afterward. She put her head down where the birds feathers were, feeling happy.

"Where are we going now?" Albino said, a bit curious on what would the Thunderbird said. For some reason, she felt more comfortable around him, which seemed weird but she didn't mind. Her life would be much easily, and probably one day she'll learn to fly

Tormaigh smiled as he tightened the harness, just enough to be sure Albino couldn’t fall out. He then smiled at the hatchling’s question. ”We are going to the Ebonwing Isles, where the remaining citizens of the Imperium have gone. I need to tell them about where those Great Wolves.”

Tormaigh then spread his wings and lifted into the sky, and began his flight, quickly getting into cloud cover as he did.

Albino looked around the dark forests before the two had gone to the clouds. What has happened to the land? How did it get like this, and why? So many questions and thoughts had filled the small one's mind as the Thunderbird traveled in the clouds.

She was about to ask the bird something, but she quickly changed her mind. It was probably better to just let the thunberbird concentrate on his flying then to just ask him something

As Tormaigh flew towards the Ebonwing Isles, he began to fly left and right a few miles at a time, and looking behind him every once in a while to both check for monsters, and check on Albino. He didn’t want to lead the beasts to the rest of the Imperium, and this was the only tactic he had.

Once they finally made it to the coast, the Thunderbird started a straight flight towards the Twilight Reminent. He had noticed that the white scaled hatchling seemed to be thinking, and he had gotten curious. Plus, the flight was straight forward now, so talking wasn’t an issue. ”Something one your mind, Albino?”

Albino looked at the Thunderbird, who seemed to be curious. Should the young hatchling ask the questioning Thunderbird, or no? She had nothing else to do, and besides, the hatchling was getting kinda bored. So why not ask?

Albino sighed, telling the falcon her question.

"How......how did Pyyria get like this?" She put her head down near the bird's harness, waiting for him to answer her question....or at least say something. She then closed her eyes, wishing that none of this terrible darkness would have never happened. Or at least she would be hatched out of the egg before any of this monster like phenomenon had happened

Tormaigh was a little surprised by Albino's question, and in all honesty he had no idea how to answer this. He thought for a moment before finally figuring out how to begin.

"Those creatures from earlier, the Great Wolves.... They are only the tip of the claw with what is going on. Monsters have appeared all around Pyyria. Some can easily be best by a human, while some put fear into Earthwings. They destroyed, as far as I have seen, every major dragon city." The Thunderbird really didn't like talking about what happened, but he felt like Albino needed to know.

Albino felt shocked and worried. Was there any way to bring please into the land? If so, then how? She began thinking of thoughts of questions after she nodded, understanding the falcon's explanation. She wished that monsters never exsist, and peace would be brought to Pyyira once again. It had to be done, and hopefully, one day it would.

But for now....all the creatures of Pyyira were stuck in this wasteland. Albino sighed to herself, maybe she could just forget about it. But for now...she won't think so..

Tormaigh noticed the look on the hatchling’s face, and felt bad for her. To just learn that the world had changed in a dangerous way, to know so many had been affected. It must have been hard.

It was awhile longer when the Thunderbird felt his stomach rumble, a clear sign that he needed food. He looked down to see a school of large tuna. He looked back at the hatchling strapped to his back, see that she was still thinking. He then spoke up, saying ”Are you hungry, because I am about to catch something to eat?”

The small hatchling was done with thinking of something else, when the falcon had asked her about was she hungry. She nodded, why wouldnt she be hungry? The small hatchling looked down into the water, already smelling the fish and sea water as she smiled.She may have noticed something else a bit bigger than the fish, but she didn't mind. What she really cared about was that she was hungry, and you can't basically do anything without eating first

Tormaigh smiled as looked back down. He said ”You are going to have fun with this” before tightening the straps further, and going into a dive. It was a slow dive, but fast enough.

Once he got close, the Thunderbird pulled up and placed his feet just under the water. Once he lifted his feet, a pair of tuna could be seen in his grasp. He placed one in his beak, something strange with the tightened harness and Albino.

He then loosened the straps to their last tightness, and handed the fish in his beak to the hatchling. He then grabbed the other fish and began to eat up.